Tommy G - Bad Advice

I think I need a booster for my health
Drink water
Watch as the seducer seduces himself
Manic to the core
Xanax on the floor
So I'm dropping bars
But picking up a charge
Why can't I do a U-turn?
I'm trippin' on the future
Undoing all my sutures
Watch how I maneuver
Spending so frivolous
Stressin' on the little shit
I'm overdue diligence
And can't stop killin' gents
Read a bed time story
Fell asleep cuz it was boring
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
I'm pickin' my nose and nobody knows
This little snot got flows, naked truth, no clothes
I'd probably need Adobe
To photoshop this rusty RoboCop
To shinobi or Obi-wan Kenobi
Just a goon with a tutor
Who's studying the bloopers
Brainstorming got me cloudy
I'm noddin' off in an Audi
Its either guts or go home bastard
I gotta lot of unknown factors
Identify the pesticides, grow a little faster
Spit a bunch of raps, do the same right after
Disaster finds the mastermind
It isn't how its advertised
The martian has arrived
My files all are classified
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
I'm Peter Quill on Seroquel dwelling on the past
Pop another pill then I'm tellin' on your ass
I'm Zelda on Elba so I'm so Sheik
Like climbing to a window, I'm about to peak
You cats aren't conducive for this literary lunatic
Who's lucky to be lucid
I won't reconsider, always throw nine life rappers in the trash
Cuz I don't like to litter
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
Tell him he should add a vice
Damn, that's some bad advice
Can you take me to the after life?
Only then will I be satisfied
A righteous writer with arthritis
Thats a crucial crisis
Just a starving artist
Who's trying to make it to the harvest

Written by:
Thomas Genovese

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